OCA Part 5 Project 4 Ex 3 Part 2

The Middle

"Where is it where is it?" Diana's voice rose as she began to panic.
"What's wrong dear?" her mother asked as she peered around the half open door.
"I can't find my key mum, have you seen it?" Diana rummaged frantically in the shoe box.
"What key dear? I don't go anywhere near your things." As her mother left the room Diana emptied the contents of the box onto the floor. The trinkets and small prices of paper landed on the old fraying carpet. She sifted through the scattered items, her fingers searching desperately for the key.

Holding back the tears now welling in her eyes it began to dawn on her that she couldn't remember when she had last seen it. As she lent against the side of the bed the tears began to flow down her cheeks.

"Ive brought you a cup of tea dear, oh..." Her mother put the cup down on the bedside cabinet and sat down on the side of the bed. Diana lay her head on her mothers leg and sobbed.
"It's gone mum, I can't find it."
"Shhh....we'll find it, it must be here somewhere." Her mother stroked her hair.

The familiar feelings of panic began to rise in her chest as she gasped for air. Her mother, sensing the onset of an attack ran from the room and returned with a small paper bag. Diana breathed into the bag while her mother rubbed her back.

"Oh Di, come on dear, that's it, slowly."

When Diana had finally calmed down she surveyed the mess around her.

"I'm so sorry mum, it's just, it's all I have left."

"I know dear. You don't think Gareth took it do you?"

Until that point, Diana hadn't even considered that her son would have taken it.

"No....surely not....I don't think I ever told him about it, well, perhaps when he was little..."

Diana stopped mid sentence. "No, he wouldn't."

"Wouldn't what dear?"

Diana turned to her mother, a look of horror on her face.

"Go to Italy?"